Tay B Style (Remix)

[Intro: Skilla Baby]
Huh?
(MIA JAY C)
Merry Christmas
Happy New Year
Huh?

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Niggas always barkin' on the 'net, don't even be wild
I get in my car to bless my Insta' with a freestyle
Walk him down, this a layup, don't need no rebound
All facts since a lil' nigga, this Tay B style
My lil' bitch don't want no lacefront, she like leave out
I got money, I got hoes, I don't need clout
Niggas always talkin' crazy 'bout me 'til I beat they ass
I should buy this nigga mama house, make him leave out

[Verse 1: Skilla Baby]
Fire bomb the weed house, can't get no more weed out
I'll knock your teeth out your mouth and make you bleed out
When I see a nigga I don't like, shit get violent
'Cause I grew up fightin', hearin' police sirens
Threw the fiends a concert, I got Miley Cyrus
Hustle all day, then spread that money like a virus
Huh? All my bitches twenty-six and up
I heard you got a BBL, can you let me fuck?
In the hood, I'm on tuck, bein' broke, that shit suck
My new bitch mixed with stallion and Italian, she a mutt
'Bout to get rich this year, I can feel it in my gut
Tryna escape, but the street shit got a hold on me
I look like a beehive, it's so many hoes on me
My lil' bitch love hard, she'll sell her soul for me
Been tryna figure out what to do with all these racks
I don't take my swipe friends to the gym, them niggas hacks
My lil' bitch on the G-way, you can catch me in the back
It's so many officers tryna catch me with a strap
I'm a dog for real, they'll never catch me in the cat
I'm so quick to tell a bitch nigga to pardon my back, hah

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Niggas always barkin' on the 'net, don't even be wild
I get in my car to bless my Insta' with a freestyle
Walk him down, this a layup, don't need no rebound
All facts since a lil' nigga, this Tay B style
My lil' bitch don't want no lacefront, she like leave out
I got money, I got hoes, I don't need clout
Niggas always talkin' crazy 'bout me 'til I beat they ass
I should buy this nigga mama house and make him leave out

[Verse 2: Tay B]
Yeah, I used to serve niggas with the weed, I got fiends now
Yeah, I know you used to love this bitch, she fuckin' me now
Talkin' cash shit, but you can't pull a hundred G's out
Headshot, then a body shot, watch him bleed out
Niggas always talkin' killer shit, but don't be killin' shit
She ask me for some money, I'm like, "Huh?" I'm on my Skilla shit
Robbin' me, better chance at swallowin' some cinnamon
I'll hit that pussy all night, but I'm not kissin' it
Naw, I can't get into it, I am not that intimate
City dried up with all the Wock', I put some Trish in it
Hit a bitch, she pullin' me in, she got grip in it
Nigga, I got real pape', I am not pandemic rich
Huh, niggas always talkin' on the 'net, ain't really on shit
Once I came across some real pape', I got lil' bro rich
Runnin' off with a nigga bag, that's that broke shit
See, I'm that nigga, they can't fuck with me and they know this

[Verse 3: Sada Baby]
In Atlanta richer than the Falcons, this Tay B style
All straps for a lil' nigga if we beefed out (Huh)
Give your bitch a Perc', she grab my dick and spit a freestyle (Huh)
Any ho don't like to swallow kids have me creeped out (Huh)
Firebomb they traphouse, can't get no more racks now (Huh)
Can't sell no more crack now, Dwayne Johnson, Smackdown (Huh)
Pookie need his fix, but that Chris Rock got slapped out (Huh)
Next move ain't mapped out, ex-bitch just tapped out
Listen, all my bitches rich and dumb as fuck, huh
Heard your nigga went to jail, now come and suck my nuts, huh
I'm off Percocets and 'Nejo, tryna turn it up, huh
Tryna calm down, but that get hot got a hold on me, huh
I done lied to every bitch that I can think of
Hit 'em with that rerock, but can't never get no rerun, uh, uh
Every ho know who I'm is when they see blood
Them niggas gangster on the internet, see Casada, don't speak up, duh

[Verse 4: East Warren Buck]
Moving work in Oakland, but I just left OKC
Now I'm out in Jersey gettin' off like I'm KD
All these diamonds on me, now these bitches think I'm Tay B
Huh? Fuck you mean? Bitch, this an AP
Bustdown, say cheese
Get 'em out for thirty-six, I only paid eighteen
That was 2018
Double up my chicken, turn a four to an eight-piece
Turn my bike into a Porsche, we can race, this bitch a sport
Turn your wife into a whore, turn my Nikes to Dior
Still plugged in the Lex', them fiends callin' me for more
Opps still sendin' threats, man, they must ain't checked the score
At the game courtside, spillin' liquor on the floor

[Chorus: Skilla Baby]
Niggas always barkin' on the 'net, don't even be wild
I get in my car to bless my Insta' with a freestyle
Walk him down, this a layup, don't need no rebound
All facts since a lil' nigga, this Tay B style
My lil' bitch don't want no lacefront, she like leave out
I got money, I got hoes, I don't need clout
Niggas always talkin' crazy 'bout me 'til I beat they ass
I should buy this nigga mama house, make him leave out (Huh?)